Two pieces of a puzzle
by Antonio Simoneli
Is how we fit.
Spoken to me
In charming wit. How true of course,
Alas, my heart
Might soon be tamed. So warm are thee,
As we cast together,
Screaming to myself -
These feelings end never!
Lunar radiance, perfect thus night.
Embracing more than flesh so tight. Kissing, caressing - till early morn.
Souls desiring more-
my patience is torn Agreeing to myself
She might be right-
Perfectly fitting this warm spring night.